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"Chapter 1," Bluestar began.
"This is so exciting!" Sandstorm exclaimed. She could hardly sit still.
Firestar slid around the edge of a hazel thicket and paused to taste the air. The moon was nearly full, and he could see that he was close to where the stream followed the border with ShadowClan. He could hear its faint gurgling, and picked up traces of the ShadowClan scent markers.
Cloudtail hissed impatiently. "What does this have to do with anything?"
"Shut up, Cloudtail, this is leading up to something,"
The flame-colored tomcat allowed himself a soft purr of satisfaction. He had been leader of ThunderClan for three seasons, and he felt as if he knew every tree, every bramble bush, every tiny path left by mice and voles throughout his territory.
"Confident, aren't we, Firestar?" Cinderpelt meowed, laughter gleaming in her eyes. Sandstorm let out a snort, and Firestar glared at them both.
"Hey, I didn't write this!" he retorted.
"But this is from your point of view," Ravenpaw pointed out. Firestar grumbled under his breath, and everyone exchanged amused looks.
Since the fearsome battle when the forest Clans had joined together to drive out BloodClan and its murderous leader, Scourge, there had been peace, and the long days of newleaf and greenleaf had brought plentiful prey. But Firestar knew that somewhere in the tranquil night an attacker was lurking.
Cloudtail gasped. "Is it ShadowClan? Did you rip them to shreds?"
"Shut up and maybe you'll find out," Graystripe hissed playfully.
He made himself concentrate, all his senses alert. He caught the scent of mouse and rabbit, the green scent of grass and leaves, and very faintly the reek of the distant Thunderpath. But there was something else. Something he couldn't identify. He raised his head, drawing the breeze over his scent glands. At the same instant, a clump of bracken waved wildly, and a dark shape erupted from the middle of the curling fronds.
"I knew it! ShadowClan is attacking!" Cloudtail meowed triumphantly.
"Shut up, Cloudtail!" everyone but Firestar and Cloudtail yowled.
Startled, Firestar spun to face it, but before he could raise his paws to defend himself the shape landed heavily on his shoulders, knocking him to the ground. Summoning all his strength, Firestar rolled onto his back and brought up his hind paws to thrust his attacker away. Above him he could make out broad, muscular shoulders, a massive head with dark tabby markings, the glint of amber eyes...
"Wait a minute... TIGERSTAR?"
"CLOUDTAIL! SHUT UP"
Firestar gritted his teeth and battered even harder with his hind paws. A forepaw lashed out toward him and he flinched, waiting for the strike. Suddenly the weight that pinned him down vanished as the tabby cat sprang away with a yowl of triumph. "You didn't know I was there, did you?" he meowed. "Go on, Firestar, admit it. You had no idea."
Graystripe's eyes grew big. "What? Who is it then?"
Firestar staggered to his paws, shaking grass seeds and scraps of moss from his pelt. "Bramblepaw, you great lump! You've squashed me as flat as a leaf."
"Ooooooh!" everyone laughed as they realized it was just Firestar's apprentice. Firestar chuckled. Maybe it would be fun knowing everything that would happen and watching his clanmates try and figure it all out.
"I know." Bramblepaw's eyes gleamed. "If you'd really been a ShadowClan invader, you would be crow-food by now." "So I would." Firestar touched his apprentice on the shoulder with the tip of his tail. "You did very well, especially disguising your scent like that." "I rolled in a clump of damp ferns as soon as I left camp," Bramblepaw explained. He suddenly looked anxious. "Was my assessment okay, Firestar?" Firestar hesitated, struggling to push away the memory of Bramblepaw's bloodthirsty father, Tigerstar.
Sandstorm rolled her eyes. "Firestar, how could you honestly think that Bramblepaw was any threat? He was just an innocent apprentice!"
"I know that, Sandstorm! I was just naive at the time," Firestar sighed. If everyone would be criticizing every move he made throughout the book, it could get exhausting.
When he looked at the young apprentice, it was too easy to recall the same broad shoulders, dark tabby fur, and amber eyes that belonged to a cat who had been "ready to murder and betray his own Clanmates to make himself leader. "Firestar?" Bramblepaw prompted. Firestar shook off the clinging cobwebs of the past. "Yes, Bramblepaw, of course. No cat could have done better." "Thanks, Firestar!" Bramblepaw's amber eyes shone and his tail went straight up in the air.
Bluestar stopped to chuckle. "He reminds me so much of you when you were young, Firestar."
Firestar smiled. "Yeah, we were pretty similar."
As they turned toward the ThunderClan camp, he glanced back at the ShadowClan border. "Do you think Tawnypaw will be near the end of her apprentice training, too?" Bramblepaw's sister, Tawnypaw, had been born in ThunderClan, but she had never felt at home there. She was too sensitive to the mistrust of cats who couldn't forget that she was Tigerstar's daughter. When her father had become leader of ShadowClan, she had left ThunderClan to be with him. Firestar always felt that he had failed her, and he knew how much Bramblepaw missed her.
All eyes fell on Firestar once again. "Firestar, you didn't fail Tawnypelt. She chose her own path," Cinderpelt reassured him.
Firestar smiled at her. "I know that. You all don't need to fuss over everything in this book. This was all in the past. I know that not everything was my fault now."
Sandstorm nuzzled her mate lovingly, and flicked her tail at Bluestar to continue reading.
"I don't know how they do these things in ShadowClan," he meowed carefully, "but Tawnypaw started her training at the same time as you, so she should be ready for her warrior ceremony by now." "I hope so," Bramblepaw mewed. "I know she'll be a great warrior." "You both will," Firestar told him. On their way back to camp, Firestar felt as if every shadowy hollow, every clump of fern or bramble thicket, could be hiding the gleam of amber eyes. Whatever Tigerstar's crimes, he had been proud of his son and daughter, and his death had been particularly dreadful, with all nine lives ripped away at once by Scourge's sharpened claws.
Everyone openly shuddered at the thought of Scourge and BloodClan.
Was the massive tabby watching them now? Not from StarClan, for Firestar had never seen him in his dreams; the ThunderClan medicine cat, Cinderpelt, had never reported meeting him when she shared tongues with StarClan, either. Could there be another place for coldhearted cats who had been ready to use the warrior code for their own dark ambitions?
"Well, obviously the Dark Forest, but I never have seen Scourge since the battle with BloodClan. Is there even a place for cats who aren't from a Clan?" Ravenpaw wondered.
"Well you're here," Cloudtail pointed out.
"Yes, but I was a Clan cat first," Ravenpaw meowed.
"True..."
If there was such a shadowed path, Firestar hoped he would never have to walk it—nor his lively apprentice. Bramblepaw was bouncing through the grass beside him, excited as a kit; surely he had shaken off the legacy of his father?
"Of course he did," Sandstorm meowed.
As they slipped down the ravine toward the camp, Bramblepaw halted, his gaze serious. "Was my assessment really okay? Am I good enough—" "To be a warrior?" Firestar guessed. "Yes, you are. We'll hold your ceremony tomorrow." Bramblepaw dipped his head respectfully. "Thank you, Firestar," he mewed. "I won't let you down." His eyes blazed; he gave a sudden bound into the air and pelted down the rest of the ravine to wait by the entrance to the gorse tunnel. Firestar watched him, amused.
Purrs of amusement sounded from the listening cats.
He could still remember when he had felt as if he had too much energy to contain in his four paws, when he felt as if he could run through the forest forever.
"Aww, Firestar, you getting old?" laughed Cloudtail. Firestar aimed a good natured swipe at his ear.
"Hey, we are both in StarClan, so we are both old," Firestar retorted, grinning at his nephew.
"You'd better get some sleep," he warned as he joined his apprentice. "You'll have to sit vigil tomorrow night." "If you're sure, Firestar . . ." Bramblepaw hesitated, working his claws in the sandy ground. "I could find you some fresh-kill first." "No, go on," his leader told him. "You're so excited right now you wouldn't notice if a fox ate you."
"Ha! As if a fox could get anywhere near him with him bounding around," Graystripe meowed. Everyone else let out snorts of laughter.
Bramblepaw waved his tail and bundled through the gorse tunnel into the camp. Firestar lingered outside the camp for a while, settling down on a flat rock with his tail curled around his paws. He could hear nothing but the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze, and the tiny scufflings of prey in the undergrowth. The battle with BloodClan had cast its shadow over all the Clans; for more than a season after, every cat in the forest jumped at a cracking twig, and chased out strangers as if their lives depended on it. They were even scared of going too close to Twolegplace, in case any surviving members of BloodClan happened to be lurking there.
"I remember that," Sandstorm murmured. "It took many moons to feel safe in my own camp."
"And learn to survive without those who died..." mewed Firestar, remembering Whitestorm.
But now, five moons later, ThunderClan was thriving. Tomorrow there would be a new warrior, and the apprentices Rainpaw, Sootpaw, and Sorrelpaw were all doing well after three moons of training. In time, they would be good warriors too—they were bound to be, considering who their father was. Every day they reminded Firestar of his first deputy, Whitestorm, who had died battling the vicious BloodClan deputy, Bone. He still grieved for the old white warrior.
Bluestar paused for a moment as everyone grieved for the loss of the wise cat, as well as everyone else who lost their lives in the battle.
His mind wrapped in memories of his old friend, it was a moment before Firestar realized he could hear a faint sound: the footfalls of a cat stepping lightly through the undergrowth. He sprang to his paws, looking around, but he saw nothing. He hardly had time to sit down before the noise came again. This time Firestar whipped his head around in time to glimpse the pale shape of a cat standing a little farther up the ravine. Am I dreaming? Has Whitestorm left StarClan to come and visit me? But this cat was smaller than Whitestorm and its fur was gray, patched with white. It stared straight at him, its eyes dark and earnest, as if it was trying to tell him something. Firestar had never seen it before. Could it be a rogue? Or worse—could BloodClan have recovered from its defeat and come back to invade the forest?
Several of the cats gasped, and they all held their breath, waiting to find out who this mysterious cat was.
He sprang to his paws and raced up the ravine toward the strange cat. But as soon as he began to move, it vanished, and when he searched among the rocks he couldn't find it. There weren't even any paw marks, but when he tasted the air there was a faint trace of an unfamiliar scent, almost swamped by the ThunderClan scents that came from the camp.
"It must be a StarClan cat," Graystripe meowed.
Slowly Firestar retraced his paw steps and sat on the rock again. All his senses were alert now as he gazed into the shadows. But he saw nothing more of the strange gray cat.
"That's the end of Chapter 1!" Bluestar announced.
"Can I read next?" Cloudtail asked excitedly.
"Tomorrow, it's getting late. We should all get some sleep," Bluestar responded, rising to her paws.
Many of the cats groaned disappointedly as they all headed to bed, wondering who the mystery cat was.